Cemetary Slaughter

Though drowning in them I may be

Let the fish with their prayers, turn my sea of scalding sins into rivers of wine

Sparkling forth liquid rubies, bursting open the gates of Heaven with angels ablaze in rapture

“O Bearer of Glad Tidings, Thy visage rends veils

Thy countenance strikes chords in the heart of the Uncreated itself.

What are we to do with this fire?”

This is a slaughterhouse.

This is a cemetery.

Both.

An ocean where the dead dive—

Into blackness

Where eternity is born anew.

It’s from اللّٰه